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quite right, quiet writer, don't stray away from the pageyour writings are new horizons but confine you in a cagequite right, quiet writer, your stori..
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new freedoms unlock the cageinfinities played out on the pagemortality can extendimpressions last when they're lengthenedthe thought, the paper, the b..
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no proper resolutions, former endings repeatdirty dishes piled high for ants and devils to eata trophy of atrophy of a heart that doesn't beatat least..
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i saw you for a brief momentstill, i should've known itwould affect me the rest of my daywhenever i see you smilemy heart is lifted for a whilea kindn..
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animals have it easy, not just because they're so darn cutei've had a lion's shareof problems unfairsince i made vows in a penguin suitwe were thought..
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we were living on lies, now we're loving our lasta lullaby of lament to justify the pasta lantern of light that once lit my pathdimmed down to a dulln..
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could i transcribe what i can't describe in the right
context?
a simpler version if in person, but written too complex
the long wind that s..
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heard the news todayi refused to takei could not believe my earswould it be denied?would she say he lied?and relieve me of my fearsmy head sags, my br..
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when i first saw youi knew what to doyou were atarget i wouldn't missbut it didn't workbecause some silly jerkwalked up and gave you a kissi hope it's..
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i tried to stay awakebut the lull was more than i could takethe slowing heart rate, so i decided to partakein dreamsdreamer, please don't restin image..
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